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Beyoncé – America Has A Problem Lyrics

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America, America has a problem

Heard you got that deep for me, pray your love is deep for me
Ima make you go weak for me, make you wait a whole week for me for me
I see you watching fiending, I know you want it scheming
I know you need it drug lord, you want it on you? Dont I know?
You need love, I need some too true
Do you want this like it wants you?

Know that booty gon do what it want to
Cant hit it one time, multiple
I know you see these racks, racks, racks on me
Now come and get high, high, high, high, high, high

20, 40, 80, out the trap, hit it with the rap
Put it on the map, then we right back
Call me when you wanna get high, high, high, high
Tony Montana with them racks
Ivy P on my bag, double Gs on the dash
Nigga, Im bad, Im bad
Tell me when you wanna get high, high, high, high

Boy, you cant get higher than this
No
Cause love dont get no higher than this
No, no

Grind grind, boy, you know I grind grind
When I pull up these jeans, youre mine
When I pull up these jeans, youre mine
When I step on the scene, they
Cant wait to back it up, your ex-dealer dope, but it aint crack enough
Im supplying my man, Im in demand soon as I land
Just know I roll with them goons goons, in case you start acting familiar
This kind of love, big business
Whole slab, I kill for

Boy, you cant get higher than this
No
Cause love dont get no higher than this
No, no

Grind grind, boy, you know I grind grind
When I pull up these jeans, youre mine
When I pull up these jeans, youre mine
When I step on the scene, they
Cant wait to back it up, your ex-dealer dope, but it aint crack enough
Im supplying my man, Im in demand soon as I land
Just know I roll with them goons goons, in case you start acting familiar
This kind of love, big business
Whole slab, I kill for

Know that booty gon do what it want to
Cant hit it one time, multiple
I know you see these racks, racks, racks on me
Now come and get high, high, high, high, high, high

20, 40, 80, out the trap, hit it with the rap
Put it on the map, then we right back
Call me when you wanna get high, high, high, high
Tony Montana with them racks
Double Cs on my bag, double Gs on the dash
Nigga, Im bad, Im bad
Tell me when you wanna get high, high, high, high

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